Hiccup, I was supposed to spit it out but I didn't no doubt, first they told us to smell the bouquet, but what should I say - hiccup; swirl if around in the glass but alas I swallowed -- hiccup, what else do you do at a wine tasting test but leave with a buss at best hiccup, so that is what I nevertheless did. Thanks for your poem and stirring me on. Terri www.morningdewdrops.typepad.com

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Born in England in 1931. Evacuated in World War 2. Trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, Sussex. Taught in London. Moved to Zimbabwe. Seven years later worked on a mail ship. Married Malcolm in Capetown. Two children, Rebecca and Greg. Moved to Australia in 1974. After retirement worked for a publisher. Three grandsons, Blake, Harry and Max. Disabled by stroke in 2013. Now in wheelchair with husband as carer..